Is it more beautiful the moon or the sun? A night of stars or a day of summer? A drop of dew or a reflection on the water? Is it more beautiful the almond tree in spring or the mimosa in its most intense yellow? Don't ask me what I love most because an ocean wouldn't be enough to appease my thirst and the universe to fill up my heart.
20.2.'13
The original poem ("Il piΓΉ bello") is in Italian. There is no good translation for a poem. I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.